Hey Green-Skin! Yo momma's so fat they used her as a Rok to crash into a planet carrying the entire WAAAGHHH!
Your craft is death, human? Mine is that of rending flesh and scorching minds. And I yearn to practice my craft. Also, a less serious one: Mon'Keigh! What's the difference between your life and the life of your brother next to you? Two seconds of time!
I look into the Skein. I see deaths, births, ruin and prosperity; yet, even among all this chaos and the swarm of endless possibilities, one thing shines like a beacon amidst a storm. Your doom.